Beverly Hills, Charlize Theron's home.
Upstairs, Martin sat behind a window near the stairs, from which he could clearly see Charlize Theron in the living room on the first floor, as well as Stuart Townsend, who came pleading desperately.
The latter had puffy eyes and a gaunt frame, was out of spirits, and looked strikingly harried compared to Charlize Theron, who glowed after being well-cared for.
"I'm sorry, Sally, I'm a jerk," Townsend said with a look of decay, begging, "It's all my fault! I was wrong! Let's get back together."
Charlize's expression was tight, she didn't say a word, appearing very displeased.
Townsend's gaze swept over a portrait of the two still hanging on the living room wall, inexplicably gaining some confidence as he said, "During this time, I realized that the only person I have ever loved, and still love, is you. Without you, my life is worse than death!"
